All language subtitles for LA Law s01e06 Slum Enchanted Evening

Previously on L .A. Law.

I wanted to talk to you about the other
night. It shouldn't have happened.

I have a new client coming in, a movie
writer -producer. And I want to solicit

her entertainment business.

I've never felt vindictive towards any
of my husbands. I really want Mitchell

suffer. You want stench? Take a whiff of
rosebush.

Mr.

Sullivan will be joining us as a clerk.
He'll be working here afternoons after

school. How nice.

Eric went home already.

What do you mean he went home?

His father picked him up. He can't.
There's...

There's a restraining order. I'm in the
middle of getting married.

I know this is a hell of a time to say
this, but I'm in love with you.

I love you.

Big ape.

How many bodies do we have today?

We've got three people coming in that,
uh... Where's my crawler? You told me no

more. You said you were putting on
weight.

When did I say that?

Yo, Grace.

How's it going?

Fine, thank you.

And the new boyfriend.

Word on the vine says he's a real
animal.

Real swinging.

Regular chimp off the old block.

Where'd you spend the weekend?

San Simeon?

Your Honor, there's a message from
Officer Johnson. He'll be 20 minutes

Just put it on the jungle drums as soon
as you're ready. If I'd known she was in

the dark and hairy, I would have shown
her my chest.

I didn't know she was in the dark and
hairy. I'd have shown her my...

excuse me.

But this is a court of law, and while
you may think it's all fun and games, I

doubt your clients share in your spirit
of amusement.

Now, if we can get on with our work.

Ah, Gracie, I didn't mean nothing.

Who's the guy?

It doesn't matter. Like hell it doesn't.
I'm in love with him.

And I'm terribly sorry that I hurt you.

That's not good enough.

You owe me more, baby. You owe me at
least a chance to try to talk you out of

it. It wouldn't have worked. You owe me
the chance.

You're right.

Damn it.

I want to be right, Grace.

I want to be married to you.

Kevin, that's not going to happen.

What I did to you was awful.

I'm desperately sorry.

And I understand if you can't ever
forgive me.

I already have.

I may not be exciting, Grace. I don't
run around in a gorilla suit.

But when this burns itself out, there's
somebody here who loves you and wants

you back.

I have to go.

Goodbye, Kevin.

Mr. Penny, have you ever been on a jury
before?

No.

Would it impose any undue hardship on
you if this trial went more than four or

five days?

Not really. My boss is paying me.

What do you know about the circumstances
around this case?

All I know is what I read in the
newspapers.

And what's that?

Miss Gill was the lady on the local
news. They showed her having a breast

operation, and then a while later, she
was fired.

And when she was fired, did you
sympathize with her at all?

I figured she'd turn up on another
channel somewhere.

They all do.

Thank you.

Not exactly in my corner, is he?

We've only got three parentery
challenges left.

I'm afraid we're going to have to live
with them.

The defendant accepts Mr. Finney, Your
Honor.

Mr. Cousin?

The plaintiff accepts Mr. Finney, Your
Honor.

Mr. Albert, do you have any feelings
about TV news, anchorwoman?

It's nice work if they can get it.

Sit in a chair, read off a cute card,
and collect a six -figure check.

Miss Gill contends that she was... fired
because the station didn't want a news

anchor woman who was perceived as
damaged goods.

The defendants contend that she was
fired because of low ratings.

Do you think that you could examine that
issue objectively?

I don't see why not.

Thank you.

No questions, Your Honor.

Let's lose him.

We can't show cause. We're down to two
preemptories.

He's already made up his mind.

The plaintiff.

Thanks and excuses, juror number five,
your honor.

Your excuse, Mr. Albert.

Miss Brantley, did it bother you that
during her series of news features on

breast cancer, Miss Gill bared her
breast on camera?

Of course not.

It was done in the context of a medical
examination.

So you knew about the series?

It was one of the best things I ever saw
on television.

When she found out she had breast
cancer, you really felt the shock.

And then when you saw her get a
lumpectomy instead of being mutilated by

mastectomy, I didn't even know that was
possible.

Thank you.

She's perfect.

I know.

That's the problem.

That's excuse, Miss Brownlee, Your
Honor.

Your excuse.

Then you saw Miss Gilles series?

Yeah, I saw it.

What'd you think?

My dad died of cancer, you know.

Truthfully,

there's some things just not in good
taste.

Some things I'd just as soon not bring
into my living room.

Thank you, Mrs. Clifford. The plaintiff
thanks and excuses juror number four,

Your Honor.

You're excused, Mrs. Clifford.

Thank you.

I don't know, Counselor. What?

Well, if that's a fair and impartial
jury of my peers, we're in a lot of

trouble. I've seen lots worse.

Look, um, don't get mad, but what would
happen if we tried for a settlement?

Now?

Well, they'd see it as a sign of
weakness. They'd lowball us. How low?

Well, 50, maybe 75 ,000 tops.

Not a lot left over after you deduct the
fees. Yeah, but that's better than

nothing, which is what we will both get
if we lose.

Well, I'm betting that that won't
happen.

No offense, counselor, but if you lose
the bet, you still have a job.

A living off of credit cards and bank
loans.

I've got a mortgage I can't pay.

I've got a daughter starting college in
the fall.

You've hung on this long.

Don't quit on me now.

When I first found out I had cancer, I
guess I went into shock.

I went through the surgery. I had the
radiation therapy.

I was doing the series.

But it was like I was outside of myself.

You know, like it was all happening to
some other person.

But now, 14 months later, it's just... I

wake up in the middle of the night
sometimes in a cold sweat.

Terrified that I'm going to die.

I'm alone.

I'm broke.

I can't get a job.

I feel ugly.

You are not alone.

And believe me, Stacy, you are not ugly.

What you are is courageous, tough
-minded.

Have you seen the way people stare at
me? You're a celebrity. People stare at

celebrities.

Usually from the neck up.

Michael, I'm tired.

I'm tired of being stared at like I'm a
freak.

Like I'm a breast that just happens to
have a woman attached to it.

All right.

I'll go to them. I'll see if I can get a
settlement tonight, if that's what you

want. But they breached your contract.

They fired you for reasons that had
nothing to do with your confidence. They

violated your civil rights, and arguably
they made it impossible for you to

continue your career.

Now, if you fold now, you're telling
them that it's all right for them to

you like some sort of cow they can put
the blade to whenever they decide they

don't like the taste of the milk.

Thanks a lot.

You know, that isn't utterly...

Awful analogy.

Don't let him get away with it, Stacey.

Make him pay.

In vino veritas.

Do you really think my chances are good?

I wouldn't be here if I didn't think so.

To justice.

To winning.

Mackenzie Proconcini and Cusack.

He's in court now. Can I take a message?

We're lawyers, not dentists.

Excuse me? You look like you're going in
for a root canal.

I work upstairs. I'm looking for Jeffrey
Sullivan.

Come on, let's take a look around.

Victor just told me he had a few calls.

Jeffrey.

Young lady here to see you.

I'm Nancy. We spoke on the phone.

All right.

Come into my office.

Oh, there's some messages.

Some classmates want my tax notes.
Thanks.

I appreciate your forbearance

in moving our staff meeting to the end
of the day.

As Mr. Cusack and I were toiling in our
respective vineyards of courtroom law.

What's new in your slumlord case,
Douglas? I do not appreciate that

characterization of my landlord -tenant
dispute, Mr.

Becker. The attorney who represents
himself has a fool for a client.

would not undertake my own
representation.

But going up against Andrew Taylor is
like shooting fish in the proverbial

barrel.

I anticipate a judgment in my favor
tomorrow.

Now, as the hour is drawing late...

Let us move through the items at hand.

Arnold, Mishkin versus Mishkin.
Settlement agreement awaiting signature.

Oh, and by the way, Mrs. Mishkin has
assigned this firm 2 .5 % of the profits

her film in lieu of fees.

Why wasn't this arrangement discussed
beforehand?

As a partner in this firm, I made a
determination that it was a gamble worth

taking. Not when you're gambling other
people's money.

We'll discuss this further at the
partners' meeting on Friday.

Gill versus Barnett Broadcasting.

Jury selection is always complete.

What are our chances?

Well, the client is nervous, but I think
it's a winner. I hope so, as we have

$60 ,000 in expenses and billable hours
sunk into this case.

I am well aware of that, Douglas.

Well, keep us abreast of developments.

Petramco. Pending.

And where might our Miss Perkins be?

Stuck in traffic.

Finally, as regards messenger cards, Mr.
Cifuentes.

I'd like to draw your attention to $300
worth of messengers charged against your

pending cases in the last four weeks.

What?

Wait. Can I see this?

Now, unless there's anything else, we
stand adjourned.

Oh, good night.

Good morning.

Abby.

Oh, my God. I missed the staff meeting.

There wasn't much to miss.

Haven't you been getting much sleep?

No.

The minute my head hits the pillow, my
brain starts to race.

I wind up watching movies on cable TV
all night.

So, where do you stand?

Nowhere, basically.

Last we heard, Jim got a traffic ticket
outside of Fort Worth.

Near Six Flags over Texas.

How about the car?

He sold it in Atlanta.

He told the salesman that they were
headed for Florida.

Angela Cipriano's theory is that they're
doing the grand tour of amusement

parks.

So we're in touch with the Florida PD
and the victim's aide in Orlando.

It's a long shot.

But maybe they'll show up at Disney
World.

Is there anything I can do?

I'll be all right.

It's just night.

And weekends.

Get your things.

We're going out to dinner.

No. No. You have other things to do.

Nothing as important as having dinner
with you.

We'll talk. We'll have a glass of wine.

You'll stay over with me tonight.

I couldn't impose on you like that,
Anna. Are you kidding?

The guest room is all made up.

It'll be like a pajama party.

Okay?

Okay.

is so stunningly inept one wants to
shoot it into orbit.

Oh, wait, you'll love this part.

The galactic share of the blame must
fall on the shoulders of director

Mishkin, who brings fresh meaning to the
word pretension.

And that's his best reveal.

The news called it loathsome. The Times
hated it. Cutting off his head isn't

going to make us any taller.

No, but it makes him a lot shorter.

You and I need to go over the proposed
ad promo campaign for Rosebush again.

Is tomorrow night okay? Maybe Spago's?

Let's do Simply Blues.

Galaxy's playing at the Cinerama Dome,
and if we get a window table, we can

count the box office.

Or even better, the complete and total
absence of the same.

You know, Arnie, I've never met a man
who understands women the way you do.

Excuse me, Arnie.

What, Roxanne?

Sorry. Mrs.

Kovacs is waiting if you're just about
finished in here.

In wrapping up my testimony, I'd like to
reiterate, Your Honor, that I never

intended to be a landlord.

I purchased the building in question in
hopes of reselling it to a Japanese

conglomerate that had plans to tear it
down and construct a hotel.

When that deal fell through, I was
stuck.

So, while continuing to look for another
buyer, I have allowed whatever tenants

were living there to remain.

At a very reasonable rent, I might add.
In the three years since I've owned it,

I'd like to point out once again that I
have never made a profit.

If I were to make the repairs demanded
in this lawsuit, I would actually be

losing money on the investment.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Brackman.

Approximately how many times did Mrs.
Vernon Fields make complaints to you

regarding the absence of hot water in
her apartment? I have no personal

knowledge of any such complaints.

Your Honor, I'd like to have marked for
identification ten letters I have here

signed by Mrs. Fields.

The management company handles any
little problems the tenants might be

experiencing. How many times did the
Samson family make complaints regarding

rats and cockroaches in their apartment?

If they complained, the management
company handled it. Do you have any

of the floor that caved in in the
Perry's apartment? Perhaps you're not

listening. A management company
routinely handles such problems.

And did you empower this management
company to act as your agent? In a

sense, yes. But you certainly can't try
to hold me liable for my agent's alleged

gross negligence. I see.

Approximately how much have you spent in
repairs to the building since you've

owned it?

Thousands. How many thousands?

Three.

$3 ,142.

You never spent any money to fix a
cracked sewer line, did you? Or to

leaking roof? A rotting floor? Perhaps
you didn't hear me before.

If I had effectuated said repairs, I
would have been in the loss column on

investment. When was the last time you
actually visited the premises?

Not lately. When exactly?

Actually, never.

I just bought it for the lot. Do you
believe, as an owner of a building, you

have any responsibility to your tenants?

Would it be better if I evicted them
all?

They'd never find rent this cheap. Do
you believe you have a responsibility to

provide a minimally decent standard of
living for your tenants?

I suppose minimally decent, yes.

But if they want something luxurious,
they should have to pay for it.

Thank you.

I think I've heard enough from both
sides to render my decision.

Wave closing arguments, gentlemen.

So waived, Your Honor.

Okay, so waived.

Mr. Brackman, I find you liable and
hereby order you to complete work on Mr.

Taylor's list in ten days.

If you fail to do so, you will be held
in contempt.

This isn't fair.

It isn't constitutional.

You're asking me to provide public
housing for these people. In addition to

repairs, plaintiffs shall receive
compensatory damages in the amount of

times their monthly rent and punitive
damages in the sum of $25 ,000.

Hey, I appreciate it, man. Be good.

Who's that?

Tim Noah. He's from upstairs at Price,
Plumeria and Blumenthal. What, they

have bathrooms up there?

Just up by to say hi, you know. Can I
talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

Yes, sir.

In my office.

Who are you trying to kid?

Kid? About what?

The phone messages.

All these people, activity in and out of
the bathroom.

Now, either you are leading a very weird
social life, or you have the weakest

bladder in America, or you're dealing
coke out of this office.

It's crazy.

It's crazy, Mr. Cifuentes. I swear to
God.

Don't shoot me through the grease, kid.
I was a PD too long not to know a bye

when I see it.

I swear to God. Tim Noah is a real
estate attorney I'm working for on

notice. In the bathroom. It's a drag,
but it pays eight bucks an hour, and I

use the dough.

Look, I didn't want to meet him out in
the open because I didn't want everyone

thinking that it was coming out of
company time.

Well, it's coming out of company money.

$300 worth of messengers, and you're
charging them to my cases.

That's a mistake.

I told Elizabeth to send these to me.
I'll straighten this out.

I like you, kid. I mean, I like your
hustle.

But I'm going to give you fair warning.
You quit doing business out of this

office or I'm going to close you down so
fast your head will swim. You're going

to believe what you're going to believe.

But I swear to God, I don't use drugs.

I don't sell drugs. And my only hustle
is working my buns off to make enough

money to make it through law school.

Look, if it wasn't for this job and
doing other stuff for guys like Mr.

night, weekend, I'd never make it. And
that's the truth.

And if you don't want to believe it, I
can't help it.

And if you want to kill my chances here
by inferring that I deal drugs, I can't

help that either.

I'm just a kid. I can't fight back.

I mean, I don't know about you, Mr.
Sufuentes, but I wasn't born with a

spoon in my mouth.

I'm just trying to make something out of
my life.

I swear on my father's grave.

Are you going to poison me with Mr.
McKenzie?

No.

You're good enough to do that all by
yourself.

You're a very cold guy, Mr. McClendon.

Thank

you.

You're late.

It's been a terrible day.

Aren't you going to wish me happy
birthday?

Happy birthday. Sign these.

What are they?

Nothing.

Business. Just sign them.

It's my 41st birthday, and all you can
think about is business.

Well, excuse me, but while you were
having your nails jubilated, your toes

pedicured, or your tips frosted, or
whatever it is females do with their

afternoons, I was working overtime
trying to protect the family assets.

So if you'll just sign these where it's
marked with red X's, we can move along

to matters of a more festive nature.

These papers sign all our community
assets over to your mother.

Just temporarily.

Oh, sure.

Until you divorce me.

That's absurd.

Who is she?

There is no she.

You're being paranoid.

Am I?

Well... If you think you can get rid of
me that easily, you have another thing

coming. I sign nothing.

Until I speak to an attorney.

Fine.

Just don't blame me if in the meantime
we lose everything we own.

What are you talking about? That's why
I'm late. I was in court all day.

We're being sued.

What for?

Repairs on our apartment building.

Oh, my God.

Not to worry. We'll win the appeal.

But on the distant chance that we are
held accountable, I'm simply trying to

protect us.

I'm going to wind up just like Marjorie
Raleigh.

Divorced and poor.

Working at Newberry's.

With those ugly support hoes and
varicose veins sticking out all over my

Sheila, this is crazy.

I'm not going to divorce you.

Don't snap back like some 25 -year -old
with elastic breasts.

The community property is gone. What
have you got to lose?

Well, if you're so damn concerned about
it, sign the papers.

No. It's a temporary measure.

If it's so temporary, then sign it over
to my mother.

Your mother has the IQ of meat. I'd
rather file for bankruptcy.

You are insensitive, uncaring man.

And you are a selfish, pampered, aging
princess who doesn't know how to make a

man feel loved. Ha.

Sick. I was waiting for that.

Quiet. People are staring. I'm in here
half an hour late with papers for me to

sign giving over all my community
property to your lousy mother.

You don't even bring me a present.

And then you wonder why I don't want to
go home and oil up my saddle so you can

play Sergeant Preston of the Yukon.

Sit down.

want to.

Would you tell the jury how you came to
do this series of televised reports on

breast cancer?

It started at the notion of Mr. Mellor.
The station manager?

Yes. He wanted me to have a mammogram.

That's like a breast x -ray.

And then to show me at the clinic giving
an editorial on the importance of

regular breast examination.

But you had no idea that you yourself
had cancer at this time?

No, none at all.

What happened then?

Well, I went with the crew to the
clinic.

And then the next day they called me and
told me that they suspected that I had

cancer.

Did you suspend your series on breast
cancer at this time?

No, because Mr. Mellors thought that it
would be a very powerful piece to show

me with the doctors discussing my
options.

And you agreed?

Well, at first I was just in shock.

But then I thought it would do some
good.

How so?

Well, you see, a lot of women are afraid
to be examined because they can't face

the thought of losing a breast.

I hope that my report would show them
that with early detection they didn't

to, that they could have a lumpectomy
instead of a mastectomy. A lumpectomy.

that the operation that you had? Yes.

And was your operation also the subject
of a new feature?

Yes. And what happened after you left
the hospital?

Well, then we did a feature on my
radiation treatments, and then I did a

story that showed the results.

And you exposed your breast on camera?

Yes.

Miss Gill, do you think that maybe you
carried journalism a bit too far here?

No, I thought it was very important for
women to see for themselves that if, God

forbid, they got cancer, that they
didn't have to be maimed.

Was it worth it, Miss Gill?

I've received hundreds of letters from
people thanking me, some saying that I

even saved their lives.

Yes, it was worth it.

And how did the station respond?

They said that people didn't want to
watch me anymore, that I made them

uncomfortable, and they fired me.

Thank you.

Nothing further this time, Your Honor.

Mr. Robertson, cross.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Miss Gil, isn't it true that your firing
had nothing to do with your breast

surgery? No.

Isn't it true that you were encouraged
to come back to your job and you were

fired only because your ratings went
down? No.

You knew your predecessor at the station
was fired for bad ratings, didn't you?

Yes. The one before her and the one
before her.

That I don't know.

Ratings.

By the bottom line in TV news, aren't
they, Miss Gill?

And if job security is what you want,
you probably should take a job at the

office. Objection.

Argumentative.

We'll draw the question.

Miss Gill, have you been healthy enough
to work since your operation?

Absolutely. And yet, in the 14 months
since then, you've chosen not to.

It was no choice.

I wasn't offered anything.

I assume because of the negative
publicity surrounding my firing. You

offered anything at all? Nothing worth
taking.

I know a lot of folks who wouldn't find
$65 ,000 a year too terrible.

You're speaking about the radio job in
Phoenix.

Well, I don't do radio.

Or floors or windows.

Objection, Your Honor.

Excuse me.

Miss Gill.

Who is Dr. Howard Warnick?

He's the surgeon that performed my
lumpectomy.

And since then, you've developed quite
an intimate relationship with him,

haven't you?

Objection, Your Honor.

Miss Gill's personal life has no
relevance in these proceedings. Well,

directly relevant to the issue of
damages if she turned down a high

because she was afraid of losing her
boyfriend.

I'll allow the question.

I have been out with Dr. Warnick on
several occasions.

You're 42 years old.

Is that correct, Miss Gill?

I will be 43 next month.

And isn't it true you would very much
like to marry Dr. Warnick?

No. Isn't it true you were afraid if you
went to Phoenix, you might lose your

chance at him?

No.

I'm sure, Miss Gill, you're aware of the
Yale University study, which concluded,

among other things, that a woman over
40, even one with perfect breasts, has a

greater probability of being killed by a
terrorist.

than of latching on to a husband.

Objection, Your Honor.

I had breast cancer, Mr.

Robertson.

My chances of surviving five years are
good, 80%. And yet I can't help but

every day of my life whether I'm going
to be a part of the 20 % that doesn't

make it.

So if you would just get your brains out
of your shorts for even five minutes, I

can't believe that you really think I
spend a lot of my time worrying whether

I'm going to latch on to a husband.

There's nothing further at this point.

Andrew!

How you doing, sir?

Fine, just fine.

Well, I don't have to ask how you are. I
hear you pinned back Douglas' ears in

court. Well, I hope it wasn't a pyrrhic
victory.

Mr. Taylor.

It's good to see you, Andrew.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Douglas, look, my clients need relief
now.

Drop the appeal.

We're prepared to come way down on the
judgment.

How far down?

Bring the building up to code, which
you're going to have to do in any case,

2 ,500 per unit in damages. Forget it.

You got no grounds for reversal, you
know that.

Maybe so, maybe not.

But I can spin the wheels.

Brackman, this isn't a game.

Where's your decency? The people in that
building are living a nightmare.

Mr. Taylor.

I intend to avail myself of the full
appellate process.

I shall seek vindication of my rights
with the State Appeals Court and, if

necessary, continue on to the Supreme
Court of California.

It will likely take a long, long time,
but that is the system, and I shall not

apologize for it. Now, if you'll excuse
me, I have a busy morning.

I'm only doing this because you're a
friend of Nina's.

But you gotta tell her not to come by
here anymore.

Call me at my apartment from now on,
okay?

Okay. Where's my talent?

Hey. Hey.

You're busted, kid.

Rob, hands above your head. You have the
right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain
silent, anything you say can and will be

against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney, one
will be provided by the court.

Come on.

Come on, let's get him out of here. Let
these people get back to work.

Mr. Fuentes.

Mr. Fuentes.

I need to know something.

Did you roll over on me?

No. Good, because I'm going to need a
lawyer.

And I feel like you and I have a
rapport.

I'm sorry, Jeffrey. I'm not with the
public defender anymore.

Don't worry about that. Call my father,
Harold Sullivan.

He's chairman and CEO of Tiger Sports
Industries. Oh, and you weren't born

a silver spoon in your mouth, huh? No,
actually more like platinum. He'll

arrange bail and pay whatever you
charge.

I'm sorry, sir. I appreciate everything
you've done for me.

I'm sure my father will be in touch to
express his appreciation personally.

I want you to know this charge is
totally without merit.

I don't use drugs. I don't sell drugs. I
don't even know what cocaine looks

like.

Don't say it.

I've got something for you to sign.

What is it? It's a letter from you to
the dean of admissions at the Loyola

School of Law.

On whose behalf?

Mine.

I hope I've mentioned your uncanny skill
at judging, Karen.

Along with intelligence and loyalty and
diligence.

Mm -hmm.

Does this mean I'm losing you, Iris?

Night school.

Ah.

But who knows after I pass the bar?

I'd hope you'd consider an associate
position with Mackenzie Brackman.

I'd be delighted to, Leland.

I think they're waiting for you at the
partners' meeting.

Yeah.

And upon signing the partnership
agreement...

You become 5 % owners of the law firm of
McKenzie, Brackman, Cheney, and Kuzak.

Set share to increase 5 % every year
until it matches that of the other

partners. All we need from each of you
is a check for $87 ,000.

What? Well, I assume, Douglas, that
you'll provide low -cost in -house

financing, right?

In the past, we have.

But consequent to Norman Chaney's
passing, we need an infusion of working

capital. So we're going to ask you to
arrange your financing elsewhere.

Douglas, how the hell am I supposed to
secure a note for $87 ,000?

Your financial problems are not my
concern, Miss Kelsey. However,

this firm's very real financial problems
are.

Based on the bottom line, Douglas, I
don't think we need to hold a...

benefit for ourselves.

On the contrary, if we have any
intentions of showing meaningful profits

the remainder of the decade, we must A,
resist the impulse to make a partner of

everyone who rattles their saber. B,
take on at least four new associates

away. And C, generate among our current
lawyers a minimum of 5 ,000 more

billable hours per annum than they're
producing now. Which brings me to

something else I find troubling.

I've taken the liberty of doing some
personal accounting.

Here is a list of everyone's billable
hours for the year.

You will note that with one exception,
all the partners, including our new

billed in the 1 ,500 to 2 ,000 -hour
range.

The one exception was our founding
partner, who accounted for just over

That's less than one revenue -generating
hour a day.

You too, Douglas.

What's on your mind?

It seems to me that someone who works
part -time should not have a full share,

much less 8 % more than the rest of us.
If all that mattered were the number of

hours that you put in, the world would
be run by waitresses.

It's the quality of the hours that
matters.

If he can settle a labor strike in 45
minutes or bring in a major corporate

account over a breakfast meeting or help
me win a case by giving me one piece of

advice, then how do you measure that?

Under the most generous of formulas, he
is still receiving far more than he is

entitled to.

As things stand now, our two most senior
partners will receive 50 % of this

year's profits. One is dead.

The other might as well be.

You are out of line, Douglas.

That's all right.

Frank exchanges are what partners'
meetings are for.

In the spirit of which, let me say that
I would be happy to fold my tent and

walk away from this firm.

taking my primary assets, my name, and
my reputation with me.

You may have the firm, Douglas, and any
of the attorneys and clients who choose

to remain.

Leland goes?

I'll go with him. Me too.

Assuming that you want me.

Ditto. Will this new firm do
entertainment law?

I've been giving that serious thought,
Arnold.

And I think it's time to dip a cautious
toe in those waters.

The bottom line, Douglas, is you are not
your father.

You are not the deep thinker he was, nor
do you possess his courtroom skills,

evidenced by your bungling of that
disgraceful landlord -tenant suit.

However, you are an adequate corporate
attorney, a solid office manager, and

have absolutely reached your level of
competence.

And if you raise this question ever
again... I will disband this firm in two

seconds flat, and you can start your own
firm. Now, are we clear on that point?

Yes.

Good.

Now that we've had a frank change of
idea, this meeting is adjourned.

Dinner partner?

After that meeting, who can afford to
eat?

My treat.

Stuart, do you know what my net worth
is?

Come on, there's not enough numbers in
that calculator to compute your net

worth.

Seriously, I am a single woman with
virtually no deductions other than my

for which I am mortgaged up to my
armpits.

What bank is going to carry my note for
$87 ,000?

The Bank of Markowitz.

Absolutely not.

Why not?

It's a loan.

You'll sign a note. I'll charge you
interest.

On top of which, if you miss a payment,
I get to foreclose on your assets.

Which is exactly why I shouldn't.

Ann, come on, get serious.

What choice do you have?

What did I do before you came into my
life, Markowitz?

Whatever it was, I don't want to know
about it.

Take my wallet. I won't fight. Shut up.
Shut up.

I have a wife and children.

Don't kill me.

Shut up.

Where are we?

Don't you recognize it, Brackman? This
is your building.

Taylor.

You bastard.

I'll have you disbarred for this.

Come to that, I'm going to have to live
with it. You can't deny people their

rights and expect to get away with it.

You do.

I'll have you on criminal assault,
kidnapping.

You are going to jail, my friend. Maybe
so, but before I do, you're going to see

a jail of another kind.

Wiring gave out of here months ago.
There's no light.

During the day, it's a shooting gallery,
and at night, the bombs do.

A month ago, a 68 -year -old woman was
raped and killed in here.

There's no lock on the door.

Management company. This is your
building.

Your responsibility.

This is the only bathroom on the second
floor.

Tenants don't use it.

Plumbing's backed up, and there's a
missing door.

Of course, that don't stop the junkies
who come in off the street from using

Rats. They own the place.

It ain't Perrier, Doug.

Yeah, who is... It's me, Miss Fields,
Andrew Taylor.

Can I get in?

Go on in.

You okay?

This is the gentleman I told you about.

Good morning, Debra.

The baby gets cold at night, so she has
to run her stove for heat.

Two weeks ago, Miss Fields had to take
her little boy to the hospital.

Rat bites.

While they're at the hospital, her nine
-year -old girl got gang -raped.

There's no lock on her door either.

Oh, God.

I didn't know.

You didn't care.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do?

Just put your money where your mouth is.

Anything.

I'll do whatever it takes.

It took six units almost two hours to
finally knock down the blaze, which

started in a Maccas factory in the 4400
block of Burnside Avenue.

And finally, The Stacey Gill trial began
today.

Miss Gill, the former Channel 6 news
anchor who was fired last year, is suing

Barnett Broadcasting for breach of
contract and sex discrimination,

that a series of features she did on her
breast cancer surgery and post

-operative treatment led to her
dismissal, and not, as Barnett

maintains, low ratings.

And now for the weather report. Stan?

You want to mess around?

I thought you had homework to do.

We're in recess till Monday.

Oh.

Oh.

I'm sorry. I don't feel like it.

What do you feel like?

Maybe I should go.

Are we having a fight?

No. No, no, no.

It's, uh... It's my problem.

Is it something you want to talk about?

I hurt this man.

And he didn't do anything to deserve it.

There was no excuse for what I did.
None.

You want to go back to him?

No.

So, you can't be happy with him.

And you won't let yourself be happy with
me.

It's, uh... It's just going to take a
little time. That's all.

And a quart of Rocky Road ice cream.

I'll get it.

And a hug.

We can wait on the ice cream.

Yeah.

Yeah.